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[19 Jun 2008|04:55pm] |
Alright there, then? Busy, busy busy. Blood givin' tomorrow, after another shift which promises to be awful. Buffet for thirty. Need I say any more? I have to be out by three fifteen, so if there's anything left, it's staying there. I pride myself on my punctuality.
Twice in two days i'll be saying "I've got an appointment". I think i'm getting typecast. As somebody who always has appointments.
After a nothing OAP Day, it was doctor time. The doc was swift in his diagnosis. Dermititis, or Exma. It's not that bad, just on that finger. Turns out that it isn't my index finger. It's the middle finger. You learn something new every day. Or in my case, you learn something you should have known already. That's why it's called a middle finger, Phyl.
I was given a prescription for an ointment, and some anti-biotics. So i'm pilling it again. It cost fourteen quid. Fourteen quid. That's the price to make my finger normal again. What the hell would I do if my whole body was fucked?
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